Good Old Days Poem by Victor Okechukwu Anyaegbuna

A while, a while
O yet another while!
Let this while begin now
to resurrect from graves
destiny shovelled
through the ruggedness
of hardened dry clay.

Good old days
that subtly began
have been buried
in tombs so shallow
whirlwinds of fate
dared billows of mist
and created gulleys
through rain beaten tracks.

The grasses so green
clouds so loved the sun
stars served the moon
birds of destiny chanted
harmonic lullabies...
but still, still,
but still....
trails of resurrection
will fly across the land
before the end of time.

July 27,2021